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This is one of my earliest stories - and I think you can see how I
started, BUT? Jezzi? I see that you read most of my stories. Have
tried to get with you - but failed. Will you PLEASE write me at
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HARDBODY
By Bea
Everything was just fine until Bobbi took up body building.
We'd been married a couple of years, and I was pretty sure I'd found the
ideal mate. Pretty and shy and very easy to get along with - in other
words seemed only to happy to do what I wanted, when I wanted. Naturally,
I may have pressed things now and then, but she seemed a lot smaller in
these days. She really was, if anything, a little bigger than me. There
again, I'm not what you would normally describe as 'large' being only
around 5' 5" or so - but I used to figure that the force of my personality
kept her in line - ha bloody ha.
Anyway, she palled up with this airhead "Tina" who lived in the same condo
complex as us in Santa Monica. At first it was aerobics, which I didn't
mind too much except that my dinner was late on the table a couple of
times - gave Bobbi hell for it too, I can tell you. But I noticed some
new magazines lying around the house, all relating to female
bodybuilding. It took me a while to realize that Bobbi had, somehow or
other, gone to a different level than just exercising.
Actually, it was the change in Tina I noticed first. She seemed sleeker,
more self assured...less inclined to giggle when I pontificated about one
thing or another - a little more challenging in her reaction to me. I
shrugged it off for a while, but she got more and more.. I don't know...
condescending? ... might describe it. Finally, one night, she got to me -
I can't remember what about. I was about to really let her have it, but
something (to tell the truth) sorta scared me, so I let the matter slide
until she left.
I told Bobbi not to see her any more. Bobbi actually started to argue
with me. I couldn't believe my ears. After shouting her down, I went to
bed, satisfied that I still had the whip hand over Bobbi at least. At the
same time, a certain unease was starting to crawl into my intestines,
Bobbi was starting to get a very assured air about her as well.. surely
not..?
Then, one of the worst days of my life. I got laid off at my job for
starters. It was totally unexpected as I had more seniority than most of
the people in my group. I really complained to my boss and the Human
Relations representative, but being women, neither of them understood my
position. Both of them kept bringing up how often I'd been criticized for
not being aggressive enough.. Oh, what's the use in going on about it.
I had a sick headache, so decided to go home on the spur of the moment.
Normally, I would have called Bobbi to let her know. This time, I didn't.
When I let myself in the front door I immediately heard some voice on the
stereo, intoning some kind of nonsense about "do this with the right
tricep.. while concentrating on.."
I didn't pay any attention to what I was hearing, because what I was
seeing was incredible. Deafened by the stereo, they hadn't heard me come
in - and totally concentrating on what they were doing, they didn't even
see me! Bobbi and Tina were both stripped down to tiny bikinis and were
both going through a series of ballet-like movements to bring various
muscles into view. And what muscles!!
I couldn't believe that I was looking at my Bobbi. The oil on her body
probably helped some - but the sleek, well defined muscularity would have
been impossible to miss - how come I hadn't seen it before?. I had to walk
over to the stereo and turn it off before they even knew I was there!
They both looked at me as if I was doing something wrong by interrupting
their gyrations.
"Out!" I said to Tina. She looked at Bobbi for confirmation!
I couldn't believe it! "I said o..u..t, out!" I yelled.
Bobbi sighed loudly and looked at me directly. "She's my friend Tommy.
"She's not leaving this house unless I ask her to."
"Well, ask her to" I said. My voice sounding weak and petulant, even to
me.
"No" she answered. "You want to leave, leave. She stays."
I was crushed, and near tears. For the first time, Bobbi was openly
defying me. I tried a different tack. "I lost my job today" I whined.
"If you want to take any more 'classes', you'll have to get someone else
to pay for them" I added spitefully.
She looked at Tina. "Should I tell him?" Tina nodded, a grin starting up
on her face.
"Tell me what?" I demanded. "What the hell is going on?"
"You don't have to worry about money" she started, then burst out
laughing. "This is great! " She whooped "We're rolling in money.. and
you're worried about .." She laughed some more.
It took a little while to get the full story. They'd both got caught up
in body building, and had attended a small school down at the beach.
Then, they'd hit a $10,000 win on a split lottery ticket. (At this point
I started to sneer about what a measly ten grand would do.. But more was
to come).
The owner of the school was really strapped for cash and offered them a
partnership. Not knowing what else to do with their winnings nor tell me,
they accepted. Within a month, it turned out that the owners of the
building wanted to break the lease - and were willing to pay for the
privilege of doing so. The women weren't too dumb. They hung in there
until it was discovered just how desperate the owners were .. and made
them pay handsomely.
With their profits, they'd bought another school in another location - and
were raking it in. Both Tina and Bobbi had done so well in the body
building that they were now at the competition level.. And were also
paying themselves as instructors out of their profits.
I was going to sneer at this, but Bobbi went and got her bankbook. When
she showed me the balance, I almost fainted...We were not rich.. but were
a far way from poor.
She made no bones about it, "It's our money" she told me. "When you
were the only one pulling in wages, you didn't grudge me.. So fair's
fair,I'll transfer all of this into our joint account tomorrow. I just
didn't tell you because of that stupid stink you made about Tina"
"That still holds" I cut in coldly. "I don't want..."
"Tommy" she sighed "You pay the piper, you call the tune. I pay the
piper.. get me?"
I got her all right. All of a sudden, I wasn't looking at some
submissive, dependent, wife. I was talking to an entrepreneur - a well
muscled, physically imposing entrepreneur at that. Not only that, but the
bone of contention was another of the same ilk... who was looking at me
with what looked very much like a desire for a physical confrontation, one
which, I had a sudden intuition, might not work out altogether in my
favor.
"O.K." I capitulated weakly, probably setting all of the following chain
of events in motion.
Over the next month or so, I could not figure out Bobbi's behavior at all.
It was as if she didn't want me to even try for a job. Not that there
were that many anyway so, gradually, I ended up at home. Fair is
fair as Bobbi had pointed out, so I didn't mind taking over the running of
the house. Not that there was that much to do. She didn't seem to mind
if I did little else - as long as dinner was ready for her, and I kept the
place clean. As a matter of fact, her whole attitude showed approval of
me sitting around watching the soaps, but cold vibes came out if it turned
out that I had gone outside for anything other than shopping. She even
started having me order all of our needs through a local purveyor.. Very
expensive, but worth it, according to her.
She also started bringing me home big boxes of chocolates. I have a
terribly sweet tooth, and tried to take it easy with them. When she'd be
at home, however, she'd press them on me unrelentingly.. and I'd succumb.
I'm not big, and really don't have a tendency to gain weight, but
gradually I started to get plump. Then the teasing started.
She'd call me her little "Softbody" and started patting me on the rear as
I passed, making little mewing noises as she did so. I'm afraid that I
didn't act the way a man should because I mostly blushed, or giggled
girlishly. Once, though, I got offended, and turned to push her. She
grinned, caught me by the arm and pulled me down on to a nearby couch, so
that I was sitting on her lap, my arms pinned to my side by one of hers
that
encircled me with no discernible effort.
With her free hand she selected a chocolate from an open box (by now,there
were always a couple lying around) and held it to my lips "Naughty,
naughty, softbody" she laughed "have a nice chocolate and behave".
I gritted my teeth together "No!" I hissed. She grinned more widely
"What's this?.. A softbody rebellion?"
"I don't want any more chocolate!" I forced out. She looked at me with
less fun in her eyes, and forced the chocolate to my lips, starting to rub
it over them. "Now, softbody" she purred dangerously "Eat your nice
chocolate - or Bobbi will spank softbody on her botty".
She paused "Isn't that funny? .. Softbody's botty?"
She was threatening to spank me! Not only that, I knew that she stood a
very good chance of doing it too! I had had almost no exercise of any
sort for a long time, and was flabby to boot. On the other hand, she had
been on a strict regimen and was in fantastic physical shape.
With a sinking heart, I opened my mouth for the chocolate. She paused,
holding it a bare half inch from my mouth.
"Clever little softbody!" She said condescendingly "Did you hear what I
called softbody?"
"I don't know what you mean." I muttered.
"Silly me!" She laughed "I called softbody 'her'.. and I was talking
about you!. Wasn't that silly?"
She smiled sweetly, and fed the chocolate to me. I chewed it without
relish, and swallowed.
"Didn't look like you enjoyed that" she murmured, picking another from
the
box. "Here's one of your favorites, a nice yummy truffle. Now say
'Pretty please Bobbi ' and I'll let you have it"
"Please Bobbi, don't make me...I'm too fat as it is.." I pleaded.
"But I like you all soft .. and plump.. and cuddly" she giggled, and
brought the chocolate to my mouth again. I saw it was no use fighting
her.
"Pretty please Bobbi", I said, opening my mouth.
She placed the sweetmeat in my mouth and I ate it, making sure that she
saw my phony enjoyment.
That was probably the last rebellion I put up. From then on it was just a
long gradual slide into total submissiveness.
I became a subject in a total brainwashing program. I was allowed to
watch the soaps on T.V. and some game shows. Our subscription to the
L.A.Times was cancelled and replaced with a slew of women's magazines:
Vogue,
Cosmopolitan, Redbook, Woman's Week... and so on. At first I just ignored
them, but she started asking me questions at random from various articles,
usually ones devoted to makeup or fashion. She never 'really' threatened
me, but I learned quickly enough that I had better have knowledge of the
article contents, if I knew what was good for me. I also learned that you
can't read that stuff as much as I did without some of it rubbing off.
Toni finally came out of the closet and started bringing her girlfriend
around - a bubbly little thing called Mary. She was really nice and, at
first I think, puzzled by the relationship between Bobbi and myself.
Gradually, however, she just seemed to accept that I held the same
position relative to Bobbi that she did to Toni - the subordinate one -
and we became friends. She became a frequent visitor and watched the
soaps with me. She read the same magazines and we fell into the habit of
discussing and arguing about their contents on a daily basis.
I did think of running away a couple of times but, with no job and no
prospects I really had no place to go. I knew that Bobbi was gradually
emasculating me but it was such a gradual process that each step in to
effeminacy seemed like a natural progression. On top of all this I have
to admit that I was becoming more and more comfortable with my role.
Mary actually helped imprison me even further. She'd have bought a new
perfume, and nothing would do but I'd have to get some applied behind the
ears or on the
wrists just to 'try it out' . Naturally, I couldn't try for a job
smelling the way I often did. Another reason for me to stay hme.
It became quite common for her to spend the afternoon with me, then join
me in the kitchen to make dinner for Bobbi and Toni. Toni,naturally, had
to rub it in.
According to her, she got this great wholesale deal on a bunch of pretty,
frilly, feminine aprons. Next thing, to protect our clothes naturally,
Mary and I are wearing them on a regular basis. It even became second
nature for me to tie an apron around my waist before I did anything in the
house. As I did a lot of things there it so transpired then, that an
apron became an almost permanent part of my wardrobe. I even forgot, and
answered the door to strangers a couple of times - didn't even think to be
embarrassed until later.
My hair was starting to get long. I knew better than to ask if I could
get a regular haircut. Mary kept offering and offering, and gradually
wore me down. We picked a new short cut that Redbook was pushing. It
wasn't 'that' feminine, but it certainly couldn't ever be called macho
either. To keep the style going, I had to learn how to put my hair up in
rollers. Bobbi never said anything, but I knew that she was pleased.
She did tease me quite a lot more starting about then, more and more
referring to me as "she" or "her", then acting all flustered as if she'd
made a mistake. Then she'd ask if I minded. Naturally I knew enough by
this time to say "no" which would bring forth phony giggles about what her
'man' had come to.
When I'd been working, Bobbi had occasionally worked with a lady in the
complex, who'd started up a mail order business in sexy lingerie. After
Bobbi had left, she'd expanded to the extent that she needed someone to
help her with filing, typing, and answering the phone for at least three
mornings a week - a girl Friday is how she described it to Bobbi.
When she interviewed me for the position, she let me know that she hadn't
been too keen when Bobbi had suggested me. Eyeing my hairdo and wrinkling
her nostrils to let me know that she was aware of my perfume, however, she
confided that I might be 'just perfect' for the job. There was one little
problem though.... Did I think that I could soften my voice, just a little
bit? Her customers were primarily handled by mail. Sometimes though,
they'd call. Now I had a 'nice' voice admittedly, but could I learn to be
just a bit more girlish? "A male selling lingerie? You know? . . ."
When I said that I'd try, she said that she'd ask Bobbi to coach me at
home. As I left, she thought of something else. If she was on the phone
and had to talk to me, it wouldn't sound right to call me Tommy, would it?
Did I have a problem with Tammi?
And everything kept dragging me in. My spouse was the boss in the
relationship, and I played the woman's role. My only friend was a girl. I
now had a woman's job in a woman's industry. I read nothing but women's
magazines and watched nothing but women's T.V. Mary's constant attention
had resulted in my nails becoming as feminine as my hair. She occasionally
experimented with lipstick and eyeshadow, and I was now "Tammi" to
everyone. With constant reminders at home, and on-the-job training, my
voice became continually softer. I was soft in mind, and soft in body.
Then it happened. One afternoon I got a call from Glenda, my boss. Our
biggest customer had flown in to L.A. unexpectedly and was coming to look
over the operation. Glenda was in a terrible mess, with paperwork and half
filled orders all over. Could I possibly come and give her a hand?
"Sure!" I said "no problem. Mary's here too, I'll bring her along"
She was delighted at this, but I could tell that something was bothering
her. Before we disconnected, I discovered what it was.
I had spoken to this customer a lot, and she had specifically asked if I'd
be there that afternoon. Without thinking, Glenda had said "yes",
forgetting for the moment that this woman only knew me as "Tammi" - the
girl Friday. The only solution she could see.. "Well.. would some of
Bobbi's old clothes fit me? - She'd provide the undies... Well?."
I'm not sure, but I think I just sighed with resignation. I think I knew
then that the time had come.
Mary ducked her head in delight at what was transpiring then hurriedly
started going through Bobbi's closet while I ran to Glenda's. There,
Glenda whipped out a tape measure, and ran it around me in a couple of
places.
Nodding with concentration, she pulled out a matching set of gray satin
lingerie trimmed tastefully in black lace. I knew it was the most
expensive stuff she had. She caught my look, and smiled. "You've been a
great girl to me. I don't know if this is your first time in lingerie -
but you deserve the best.. now hurry up!"
She handed me the lingerie, gave me a kiss, and I ran back to our condo.
Mary had picked two outfits that might do. A pink wool sheath with a calf-
length hem, and a straight black skirt that would be topped by a white
blouse. Both looked OK, but I opted for the skirt/ blouse combination.
Quickly, feeling that it was one of the most natural things I had ever
done, I slid into the lingerie. Everything fitted, and the satin had the
sensuous feel of a new skin. I didn't even have a problem fastening the
bra at the back. The garter belt did feel strange to me, but the nylons
were a great delight as I slid them up my legs.
After I got the slip on, I couldn't help it, I ran my hands down the
length of my body and let out a sigh of contentment. The skirt was a
little tight, but after we had padded out the bra cups with a couple of
small chiffon scarves, the blouse fitted perfectly.
A little panic when we couldn't find shoes to fit. Luckily though, Glenda
took the same size as me and had a pair of medium heels that went with the
outfit. Mary ran and got them for me. Actually, they were quite
comfortable. Quickly, Mary then helped me with my hair and make up. A
pair of clip-on earrings, and necklace and bracelet to match and we were
down at Glenda's with (just) enough time to get the place looking decent
before the customer got there.
Later, I was surprised that I didn't panic in my 'debut'. Thinking it
over though, I'd been playing a woman's part for so long that the addition
of the clothes made it only more natural. That, and the fact that Mary,
Glenda, and I had about an hour before our visitor got there to let us all
get more comfortable with me in my new appearance. Mary left, just as the
customer got there but came back for a celebratory drink after she left.
I kicked off my shoes and leant back into the couch, with my drink in my
hand. I felt strangely content. I had two friends of my own now. In
looking back over my life, I realized that I'd never had friends before -
not really.
"You look really nice Tammi" Glenda said, smiling. "I don't know why you
persist in wearing these ugly men's clothes all the time"
Mary laughed "Yeah, the fact that Glenda's got all sorts of lingerie to
sell you has nothing to do with it.. does it Glenda?"
Glenda reddened a little, but nodded in agreement "W..e..ll. Now that
you mention it.." She grinned.
I leaned forward a little and said "I like the red with black trim, the
shocking pink, the pale blue with navy trim, so I'll take them to start.
Do you have that gray nightdress and peignoir in my size? If you do, I'll
take that too".
Mary giggled. "Oh, how I'd love to see Bobbi's face when she sees you in
them...."
"Well, you won't" I said, smiling. "That's between her and me. But I'll
tell you all about it .."
"One girl to another?" She asked.
"You bet!" I promised.
Before anything was going to happen though I had certain things to get
done. I swore them both to secrecy, had Mary do some things for me, and
waited for the right opportunity to come along. It didn't take long.
The next Friday, I discovered that Bobbi was going to be a bit later than
usual in getting home, so I put my plan into action. I prepared
everything for an easy-to-make meal, then started in on myself. I had Mary
come over and help. When she left a couple of hours later, I'd had a full
facial, a manicure and pedicure. My hair had been permed into a much
prettier style - and I was now a platinum blonde. I took a nice long nap,
then followed that with a long luxurious soak in a perfumed bubble bath.
I had laid out my favorite lingerie, the light blue satin. I really loved
the full slip and wished that I hadn't had Mary get me pants, for my
'coming out'. They were fabulous black silk with a chiffon overlay. My
top was a silver lame-type material that reflected light like water, and
slid off one shoulder. Mary had blanched at the cost, but loved the
outfit. I didn't intend to wear an apron that night !! My shoes were a
pair of high heeled bedroom slippers, black, with feathery pompoms.
About six, I started in on my make up. Mary had taught me a lot, but I
was still inclined to make mistakes, so I wanted plenty of time. I really
didn't need it, but I really enjoyed the whole narcissic process - the
slow careful application of the base cosmetics, the brushing on of the
blusher, the care of the eyeshadow and mascara. The brush outlining of the
lip shape I wanted, then the filling in with the scarlet color that I knew
Bobbi would like. Some cologne behind the ears and on the wrists - and I
was ready.
I seemed to be operating in a dreamlike state, but time was flying by. I
barely had time to get dinner ready, the wine poured, and the candles lit
just before Bobbi let herself in. Her eyes widened when she saw me, but
she came forward and took me in her arms.
"Hi sweetness" she said "You look especially pretty tonight. Some
special occasion?"
"No" I said offhandedly "Just decided I looked better this way"
She let me go, and walked to the table, picked her glass of wine from the
table and took a sip.
"You do" she said "You do so much... you're almost there."
I was hurt at the 'almost there' comment, and it must have showed.
She put her drink back down and came towards me. Sympathetically, she put
her arms straight out and took hold of my shoulders. Looking me straight
in the eye, she finally told me what she had been doing.
"You see Tammi" she explained "When you were ruling the roost, you tried
to make me into what you wanted. I had to be so. . so damned submissive.
I had to wear the clothes you wanted me to wear. I had to behave the way
you expected me to behave. Before I started with aerobics, I had got so
soft and flabby that I really hated myself...and you. I know you weren't
being mean, but I started to swear to myself that if I ever had the chance
I was going to make you into what you couldn't make me. I've been a real
bitch and I'm sorry, but I still have something I want you to do.."
"Will it get me 'there'?" I asked softly.
"For sure!" She answered - but looked a little worried. "Well, lets get
it going!" I laughed gaily.
She looked relieved. "Hold on pet" she said fondly. "I'll be back in a
minute" and she left, but not before giving me a quick kiss.
She was back in no time at all, a hanger with a red dress, under a
protective plastic. It looked kind of full-skirted and, as she pulled the
plastic off, the dress spread out dramatically.
"Remember this?" She said, holding it out towards me.
"Vaguely" I answered, honestly puzzled
she looked as if she couldn't believe her ears.
"This" she said dramatically, "was the last straw!"
"Huh?" I said.
"You bought this...this...feminine ...monstrosity - and wanted me to wear
it!"
I took it off the hanger and held it up against my body. It definitely
was 'feminine', full skirted with a very large bow at the waist.
"I think it looks quite nice" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Don't you
like it?"
She started to giggle. "Oh.. Jesus! Tammi, I've been waiting for my
revenge for so long... and you're making a goddam comedy out of it. Are
you going to have a hard time if I tell you to put it on?
"Why on earth would that bother me" I said, already half way out of my
pants. "Now, I can wear that great slip I bought!"
THE END
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